Ulfheim.
[Calls out, interposing.] Hush, hush!—for the devil’s sake let’s have none of your wizard wishes. Don’t you see that we are going out to shoot——
Professor Rubek.
What will you bring me home from the hunting, Maia?
Maia.
You shall have a bird of prey to model. I shall wing one for you.
Professor Rubek.
[Laughs mockingly and bitterly.] Yes, to wing things—without knowing what you are doing—that has long been quite in your way.
Maia.
[Tossing her head.] Oh, just let me take care of myself for the future, and then—! [Nods and laughs roguishly.] Good-bye—and a good, peaceful summer night on the upland!